Andy Ashley - Timeout

My fingertips
Are sliding across the floor
And I don't know
How I made it through your door
Crushing up the Advil
Cause last was mad real
Living like
It's my last meal
Broken blunts
And glass seals
Drinking bout'
Dreaming bout'
A half a mil'
Acting like it's time
That we had to kill
It's about time
That we have to kill
Cause it running out
And it's bothering me
Who's praying for you
Who's praying for me
To the G.O.D.
Check ya line
I'm the D.O.C.
3 years since I bought
New shoes for my feet
I'm rapping so hard
That I'm losing my teeth
Crossing my I's
Dotting my T's
Double my 3's
Double my A's
Who's fucking with me?
I'm turning cut throat
So my friends get to eat
So if you got a problem
It means nothing to me
I got bigger fish to fry
With the fish face
Been high
For like 5 nights
And six days
You bitch made
Selling my soul
Just so we can get plays
We sleeping on couches
Just to make these mixtapes
And that's our reality
I'd rather do this shit
Then face our mortality
I'm too busy dying
So I can't take your salary
Allergic to the bullshit
That why I got allergies
Yeah trip, skip, sniffle
Sneezing, and coughing
Realest nigga breathing
Til' I'm sleep in the coffin
Art-start the whole catalog
My playlist right
I'll let the needle drop
We're running out of time tonight

Written by:
Andrew Milburn

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